Thursday, March 25, 2010

And Nobody Ever Saw Billy Again

I was out taking my daily constitutional yesterday when I chanced upon this:

Obviously, one of the local neighborhood wags had been up to some brief vandalism with a Sharpie marker, further limiting the chances of this particular domicile to sell in an already dicey real estate market.

Of course, being the guy I am, I couldn't help but construct a scenario where a terrified neighborhood child risked the wrath of whatever unholy entity dwells within that house to leave a warning for the other kids in the neighborhood. Sounds like the perfect start to a Little Fearsone-shot.

6 comments:

If I were a buyer, I'd bid low, pointing out that I have to recoup the cost of the exorcism before inhabiting the place. Personally, I'd rather take my chances with ghosts than live in a house that was formerly used as a meth lab.

Who's to Blame

Despite having never been a professional adventurer, Michael Curtis has nonetheless deciphered cryptic writings, handled ancient maps and texts, ridden both a camel and an elephant, fallen off a mountain, participated in a mystical rite, and discovered the resting places of lost treasures. He can be contacted at poleandrope @ gmaildotcom